Lenten Day Twenty-nine:  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

March 18, 2024 “There may be worship without words.”  Longfellow This blog is a companion piece to Saturday’s, https://spirit-reflections.org/2024/03/16/lenten-day-twenty-eight-thomas-merton/, about the spiritual practice of being silent, of resting in the company of God/Universe/the Divine.  This time, though, I’m reflecting on Sunday worship services, for those of us who attend any kind of religious service.  HaveContinueContinue reading “Lenten Day Twenty-nine:  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

Lenten Sabbath Five: George MacDonald

March 17, 2024 Happy Saint Patrick’s Day! On this Sabbath day, here is a poem by George MacDonald (1824-1905), not an Irishman but a Scottish author, poet and Christian Congregational minister.  Interestingly, he was also an influential mentor of C. S. Lewis and is a figure in Lewis’ novel The Great Divorce. May your dayContinueContinue reading “Lenten Sabbath Five: George MacDonald”

Lenten Sabbath Four

March 10, 2024 Taking a break from Lenten meditations on this “mini-Resurrection” day as we await Easter Sunday, let’s breathe in Sabbath together. Blessings ~ Rosemary Wood Walking The end of January, the weight of pandemic and politics as heavyas blizzard snow, I take to the woods,down an empty pathmade by sojourners before me.The sky,ContinueContinue reading “Lenten Sabbath Four”

Lenten Day Twenty-five: George Santayana

March 9, 2024 “The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms.”  George Santayana On day twenty-five of Lent, this quotation comes from the front of a notecard my daughter sentContinueContinue reading “Lenten Day Twenty-five: George Santayana”

In Praise of Redbuds in the Rain

March 8, 2024 In Praise of Redbuds in the Rain Rain swirls in silver currents in the cul-de-sacthe wind pounding to be let inas it directs winter’s last bare hickoryand oak trees in a frenzieddance across a stage of gray.Sunshine is a myth buried behindswollen roiling banks of cloudson this late winter morning.Yet outside theContinueContinue reading “In Praise of Redbuds in the Rain”